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Yuri Plisetsky WeekDay Five: Social Networks
↳ Yuri “I must post a selfie with this shirt immediately” Plisetsky

A Good Brother

Since he was a little boy, Charles Weasley saw Voldemort as his personal boggeyman. Even if  he’d never met the man in person, little Charlie was terrified of that person who’s name shouldn’t be said that made his parents sad and angry. He would ask every night for his  parents to check under his bed if he wasn’t there. The idea of a mass murderer hiding in his son’s room always started an ugly laughter in Arthur Weasley’s throat. But every night, he complied and assured Charlie he was safe and had nothing to fear. It was a lie of course. They both knew it.


Charlie knew he was right to be scared when he was eight and he saw his mother cry for the first time. He entered the kitchen one morning and saw her curled on her chair, a piece of parchement resting on the table. Charlie sneaked in to try and read the paper. His first fear was that something happened to one of his brothers. Because that was what his dad and mum often talked about when they thought Bill and Charlie were asleep. The words were small and complicated, but Charlie could decypher two names, Fabian and Gideon. His parents hated lying to their children, so they told them that their uncles were fighting You-Know-Who and died.  They didn’t say they were killed, but Charlie kind of understood that. He wasn’t sure what death really was just yet, but Bill told him it meant he would never see his uncles again. When he saw the twin caskets, a couple days later and watched them disappear in the ground, Charlie cried. He didn’t make a noise, because no one was talking, and you’re not supposed to be loud if everyone else is quiet. He simply gripped Bill’s hand and followed him around. For years, Charlie would dream of twin caskets in which his siblings were resting.


At school, Charlie was gentle and popular enough that people didn’t make fun of him if he ever got surprised crying because he was missing his brothers and sister. They would simply go look  for Bill, and later Percy, and either would comfort him and help him write letters home. Charlie was terribly bad with words and never knew how to get his thoughts across. In return for his letters, he would get drawings and pictures. He kept them preciously in his bedside table.

When he was thirteen, Charlie kissed a girl. She was pretty and smelled nice but even he didn’t feel much. There was no butterfly or firework in his belly like he’d been told he’d feel. At sixteen, Charlie kissed a boy, and though it was nice enough too, it wasn’t special enough to have him wanting to do it often. He’d learned about dragons the previous year though, during a class of Care About Magical Creatures. That lit his eyes up and made him daydream far more than any kisses could.


Charlie left Hogwarts the summer before Ron entered it. He left home in August, and headed to Romania to study dragons. He’d already read every book from the Library and was ready to meet people who’d understand his passion. Charlie made friends, and was teased for chosing a hermit life  in forests with giant lizards over becoming a Quidditch star. He didn’t mind, because at the end of the day, he got to see dragon eggs and share hot cocoa with his colleagues. The highlight of his year was still when his parents and sister came to visit. He also managed to get Bill to drop by. They got drunk and Bill listened to him cry about how much he missed all of their siblings. Charlie kept the drawings and photographs in a tiny box in his trunk. When spring came around and he received Ron’s letter asking him to smuggle a baby dragon, all his friends exploded in laughter and were ready to go before he even finished his explanations. They already knew Charlie would do anything for his siblings.


Charlie wasn’t there when Ron got hurt saving the world at the end of his first year. He came back for summer and bought Ron as many candies as he could eat. Sometimes, being a good brother is in discreet celebrations.

Charlie wasn’t there when his baby sister got possessed and left for dead in a mythical chamber. When summer came and Ginny left school, paler and more silenced than ever, Charlie kept a vigilant  eye on her. He didn’t go back to Romania for months. And when Arthur won the Daily Prophet Grand Prise Galleon Draw, Charlie was the one to suggest they should all go visit Bill. Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing your presence and a change of scenary are the best medicine.

Charlie was there when the Death Eaters attacked supporters celebrating a victory - or drinking the bitter taste of loss away. He went to fight alongside the Ministry to protect his siblings and everyone who needed it. He also stayed the rest of the summer in the Burrow. Sometimes, being a good brother is making sure your siblings and their friends have an open ear if they need to talk their fears away.

Charlie wasn’t there when Harry, his adopted but estranged sibling, watched Voldemort come back from the dead. From Charlie’s childhood nightmares. He learned about it in one of Ginny’s letters and got his worst burns when her words resonnated in his head as he was tending a dragon. In his head, Ginny had that same terrified voice as when she was twelve and asking him if Tom would come back. Charlie felt like he’d been lying to her for years, telling her she was safe and had nothing to fear. That Tom would never come back. Sometimes, being a good brother is forgetting how life doesn’t always follow your hopes.

Charlie wasn’t there when his father got attacked by an evil snake. Charlie wasn’t there when Dumbledore’s tiny army raided the Ministry. He came back to see the greying hair on his father’s head and the scars on Ron’s arms. Ron laughed it off. Charlie cried it out. Sometimes, being a good brother is shading tears other people won’t cry.

Charlie lived in Romania. He loved it, loved the people, the country, and above all his job. But when Charlie came back to Bill’s comatose and broken face, he considered never leaving again. Bill had always been his best friend, his safety in the chaos that was their family. Charlie hugged Fleur and helped her chose her wedding dress. He was Bill’s best man and joked, more than once, that Bill was actually the best man he knew. The three of them got drunk at a pub a few miles from the Burrow and he recalled every embarassing moment of Bill’s childhood. Sometimes, being a good brother is making your sibling blush and hit you in the face as their fiancée is bending in laughter and coughing beer out of her nose.


Charlie wasn’t there when Fred died.

Charlie was there to see his mother cry and his brothers collapse.

Charlie was there to see Ginny stand, tall and proud and clutching Harry’s hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing that there are days when you can’t be the good brother.



Charlie was there when Victoire was born.

Charlie was there to see Bill cry and his siblings scream.

Charlie was there to hold the tiny baby and let her grip his finger.


Charlie was there when Ginny wrote that she was pregnant and wanted to see him. Everytime.

Charlie was there when Fred II asked to learn how to fly and neither George nor Angelina had the heart to teach him.

Charlie was there when Lucy got in another fight with her parents and needed a place to let her anger out. He was also there to bring her back home and make sure she’d apologize to Percy.

Charlie was there when Hugo felt inadequate and lonely in their giant family.

Charlie was there to talk about kissing boys and girls, about how sometimes people liked it and sometimes they just didn’t care.

Charlie was there to give pets as presents, as siblings and in-laws pretended they didn’t know about it.

Charlie was there every step of the way in his nieces and nefews’ lifes.

He quickly needed a larger box to gather all the drawings and pictures he kept receiving. (Hermione gave him an enchanted one)

Sometimes, being a good brother is being a good uncle.

Captain Swan Floor

May I present

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CAPTAIN

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SWAN

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FLOOR.

The underappreciated Captain Floor grouping.

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Emma even kneeled down with Killian so they’d both be closer to it.

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Nice To Meet You Too.

12:17 a.m.

Seychelle left Tobias alone as she went around asking for a ride home (thanks to Augie). After an hour of no sign of Seychelle, Tobias began to sober up by the pool. 
__________________________

- “Tobias, right?”
- “…”
- “I saw Augie’s twitter. You and Seychelle can crash at my place if you guys can’t find a ride.”
- “Eurhh, nah, It’s cool. Neither Seychelle or I are down to drive any where else but home, tonight.”
- “Where’s there to drive to when you’re already there?”
- “Mm..? I’m sorry but, who are you again?”
- “Pffbbt, I’m Maxine but, people call me ‘Max’. Funny how you’d walk into someone’s house without knowing who it belongs to.”

__________________________

(previously) (Augie’s Twitter)

anonymous asked:

"Fluffybuns" could just refer to Asgore being a fluffy cinnamon roll. On the subject of nicknames, what about Sans' pet name?

Hey it could be! Maybe Asgore’s nickname is more innocent and we’re just the naughty ones. 

As for Sans, we haven’t shown it yet (though it was and still is going to appear in the next comic) but Papyrus sometimes calls him “Bb” and River is to blame for that. When he was little, River would refer to him as “Baby Blue” due to his magic color and being their lil baby and it just sorta stuck. I mean…

Can you see why they called him that? Their Baby Blue~

Dings started calling him that and, while Pap has never said “Baby Blue,” he called him Bb for short. Eventually Tori, and a few others, will learn of this name and will abuse it. He’ll get an array of pet names from Toriel as they grow closer as well.

And we can’t forget the pile of strange and mostly inappropriate names Chara has for him. Bone Daddy being one of them. I could go down a list but then we would be here forever. This child needs parental help. 

~ Sol

I will now relate events that took place in the 94th Olympiad, in the city of Athens. I am Hipparchos, son of Nicomakos, of the deme Euonymos, and though I am now old, I will never forget that day.

I was strolling with friends near the Acropolis when we heard the sky tear apart. An object of shining silver came out of the rent clouds and landed near us. Before our astonished eyes, a door opened, and someone, or something, came out.

“Your headman to take I toward,” said the little green man. We stared at him. Barbarians are, truly, getting stranger by the day.

He hit a box hanging around his neck.

“Take me to your leader,” he said, and now his tones were the purest Attic Greek.

“To Alexias?” I whispered to Pythodoros.

“No,” he replied, “better not bother him. Take him to Socrates.”

“Will he believe that Socrates is our leader?”

“He’s a barbarian,” Pythodoros said. “He won’t know any better.”

So we escorted the little green man to Socrates. All along the way there, he looked around curiously and scanned things with his little box, nodding excitedly as he did so.

Socrates was holding court before his little crowd.

“This is your leader?” the little green man said dubiously.

“He is preeminent among us for his mind,” said Pythodoros, laughing.

The little green man indicated agreement.

“Tell me,” said Socrates, “who are you among men?”

“I am not a man,” said the little green man.

Socrates nodded. “What is a man?” he asked.

Homo sapiens sapiens. Homo is the human genus, which also includes Neanderthals and many other extinct species of hominid; H. sapiens is the only surviving species of the genus Homo. Modern humans are the subspecies Homo sapiens sapiens, which differentiates them from what has been argued to be their direct ancestor, Homo sapiens idaltu. The ingenuity and adaptability of Homo sapiens has led to its becoming the most influential species on Earth. Homo sapiens sapiens inhabits the planet Terra, in the system Sol, in the Milky Way.”

Many of us were astonished at this speech, but Socrates only nodded again.

“And you are?” he said?

“I am an inhabitant of Xraxas 9, in the Andromeda Galaxy. I am krax kraxis! We laugh at homo sapiens’ feeble knowledge.”

Socrates nodded once more.

“What makes a man a man?” he said.

“Homo sapiens sapiens is distinguished by a lighter skeleton and a smaller brow ridge than homo sapiens neanderthalensis….” Krax continued in this vein for some time.

“Perhaps,” said Socrates. “But is it not behavior that makes a man, rather than his external appearance? Do you have cities on, ah, Xraxas 9?”

“Certainly, Socrates,” he said.

“And do we have cities here, on Terra?”

“Certainly, Socrates.”

“And is this city so different from your cities?”

“It is inferior!”

“What is inferiority?”

At this point Pythodoros sneaked away.

“You do not have the technology that we have. With a single finger, I could destroy your entire city.”

“But you are not doing so,” Socrates said mildly. “It is because first, you are acquainted with the nature of virtue, and second, you are disinclined to destroy your fellow humans.”

“I am not human.”

“What is humanity? It is not simply the form of this - ” his tongue stumbled over the unfamiliar syllables “ - homo sapiens sapiens. Is it not also, O man of Xraxas 9, in a shared language, and in shared spirit?”

“I do not speak your language.”

“But I can understand you,” replied Socrates. “What are you speaking, if not my language?”

“It is only through my superior technology that I can understand you.”

“But you acknowledge that we are not beasts? For beasts have no language.”

“I…do, Socrates.”

“And what distinguishes us from you, besides your size and color?”

“I….” The little green man trailed off. He pressed a button on his box and spoke in a guttural language. We heard the screaming in the sky again, and the silver object appeared.  The little green man went to join his fellows.

“We will be back!” he said, as they took off into the sky. “Perhaps not in your lifetime, and definitely not in his.” He pointed to Socrates. “But we will return!”

“Ah, Hipparchos,” Socrates said, turning to me. “I find this very instructive.”

I quickly made my excuses.

Trying to find an excuse to post so i can mourn over the fact that I have to come up with and recite pick-up lines for my very first test of the year. Like wtf, pick-up lines??? I’m gonna d i e

Ok anyways, these are some really REALLY rough and incomplete sketches aka first drafts of the 4 MCs’ outfits. MC original has no specific power (that’s where you and your creativity come in) but the other three (plus unicorn) have been assigned their third and final ability! The unicorn has time-warping, space-bending, OP, and utterly magical powers bc reasons. Also, glittery rainbow hair

All MCs have base powers of Retrocognition (ability to see past events) and Memory Manipulation (that’s basically your VNs and reset button). More information is at the Power Listing wiki if you’re interested!!

January 6, 1982:

Happy birthday to…

Gordy!!

From The Yellow Handkerchief

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Anthony Baekeland!!

From Savage Grace

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Colin Clark!!

From My Week with Marilyn

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Eddie Kreezer!!

From Hick

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Marius Pontmercy!!

From Les Misérables

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Stephen Wraysford!!

From Birdsong

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LILI ELBEEEEEEEE

From The Danish girl

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STEVEN HAWKING. THE REAL MVP.

From The Theory of Everything

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NEWTON ARTEMIS FIDO SCAMANDER

From Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

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Aaaaaaaannnnnndddddd….

EDWARD JOHN DAVID REDMAYNE

From the magical places where hot people roam freely with their families and friends…